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The Beauty of the Storm

The rain plays a song on my window sill
On this dark and cloudy night.
A sudden desperation courses through me.
I want to feel it, barren and cold, against my skin.
I want to taste it on my tongue.
The adrenaline begins to rush through me
And I can’t stop what comes next.
I spin myself around and sprint out the front door
So fast you’d think I was running for my life.
A sudden breeze, the chill of rain greets me
And a smile cracks on my face.
I turn left and sprint hard down this dirt road
Rain pounding against my skin.
My T-shirt and shorts are already soaked
And it’s only been minutes
But I don’t care.
I take a right as a burst of energy floods me.
My lungs burn like hell,
But the smell of the rain,
The moistness that comes with each staggered breath
Masks the pain, making me forget I have asthma.
I sprint even faster, shivering in the cold
Yet sweating from exertion.
I take a hard right and cut straight through the fields
My legs shaking with every split-second step.
Only 200 more yards.
I watch as I speedily approach my destination;
The old creek on the bike path.
I turn right and follow it around
Cutting left and leaping over the creek
Grace in my step, as if I were a gazelle.
I slow to a stop as I reach the tiny pond.
Out of breath, freezing, and soaked,
I bend over and look at my reflection
Blurred with each falling drop.
I inhale deeply, accepting the beautiful scent
As it calms my nerves.
I look up at the dark sky and watch the rain fall
As the lightning cracks
Shedding light on these barren fields for mere seconds.
This is my safe place,
A place I can come when I am down.
I am relaxed by the rain
As the memories of the pond flood me.
Oh how I miss being a child.
I used to play here every summer with my friends
As we would catch frogs
And throw rocks across this tiny little pond.
This is where my heart hides,
Calm, relaxed, happy.
I wish I could stay here
As the rain plays symphonies for me,
The thunder claps it’s angered motivation,
And the light dances across the fields.
I wish I could take you here,
Show you how beautiful it is,
How fantastic it feels,
Leaving a frantic energy in my veins.
Making me feel powerful, yet small
Compared to the beauty before me.

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